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Gardens 2012

Finished Greenhouse

Deer Fencing

Larry and Trouble

Muscovy ducklings

Drowned Hedge

Some of the little cypress trees I planted last month are drowning in all this RAIN

Flooded Root Cellar

Dinner

Salad with mesculin and pea shoots. YUMMY!!

Garden Cloches

Currently, I have 4 cloches, which should give me salad most of the winter. I wish I had 20...

Leylandi Cypress Hedge

Planted Oct, 2009

The Day the Cows Came for a Visit

Root Cellar Groundbreaking

Sept, 2009.... let's see how long this project takes me;-)!!

Kybosh

tugging like a demon!! This will help to make her an awesome little flyball dog!

Kybosh

showing off her tummy

Kybosh

Turkeys first day out

6 weeks old

Turkeys

Dorking Chickens

now 6 weeks old... starting to get their adult plumage. You can tell males from females now.

Dorkings

Finished Turkey run

Finally done... roof and all!!

Maggie

Mags was my first dog. She is the best dog ever. She has an amazing temperment, and will do anything I ask of her. She actually helps me keep all the boarded dogs in line, and makes my job easier!

Boom-boom

Boom is the sweetest dog in the world, and also the laziest. She is just happy hanging around me, laying in the shade and relaxing. Work is not in this dogs vocabulary!

Reckless

This is my sportmix- BC, Whippet, JRT, Staffie, and Border Terrier. He is a high-drive dog who makes me laugh everyday. He works hard, and plays harder. He is still a calm, relaxed, awesome dog to live with. He is my best buddy.

White onion harvest

This are all the white onions I had to harvest early last week. Now I REALLY need a root cellar... where to store these?

Blue Slates 3 weeks old

Turkey flock

All 8 Turkeys

3 Bourbon Red turkeys, and 5 Blue Slate

Shamrock Apple

My one little apple on my tree!

Berry patch

This is the start of my berry patch. So far, just blueberries and one lowly thornless blackberry. WAY more planned! I have strawberries growing in underneath the bushes.

Blue Slate Turkeys

2 weeks old

Dorking chicks

2 weeks old

My first Early Girl tomato

Burley

The old man of the farm.

Frankie

The naughty boy of Crazy Dog Farm...

Burley and Frankie

my two goats- they are just pets, but make me laugh on a daily basis with their antics!

Blue Slate Turkeys

learning to use their wings...

Blue Slate Turkeys

8 days old

Blue Slate Turkeys

2 days old

Blue Slate Turkey

This is what they should look like when all grown up....

Tire Garden

7 tires I scrounged, planted with cucumbers and squash. They are doing amazing in these... am looking to get another 30-50 big tires for next year to do more in!

Garden area

25 garden beds... waiting for harvest, and to be replanted with a fall crop

Chicken Coop 2

This is where the rooster roaster chickens will grow up. I have let the weeds grow, so they will have lots of forage.

About Me

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Adventures and MisAdventures

So, big adventure on the farm today. Once, I read that the word 'adventure' meant something bad that happened to someone else, but seemed exciting to you. Yep, that about sums it up.First, a little background. Last week, I took in a dog to board- I'll call him Timmie to protect the innocent. He is from the ministry of children and family services. I said I would care for him until his family could get sorted out, or until they could find a new home for him. This dog obviously comes from a home where he had the run of the place. He thought he was King. The first couple of days I had him, he tried to bite me when I put on his leash, refused to sit, and basically acted like a bad-ass. I wouldn't back down, and have been working hard on earning his trust and respect.He is the only dog I have boarded so far that I keep on a leash outside in the yard. Most of the dogs I board love it here, and love and respect me, and therefore get alot of freedom. Not Timmie. So, everytime we go out, he is on a 20' lead.I'm out with my two girls, and 3 other regulars, and Timmie. We are exercising, and having a good time. Suddenly, I hear a terrible commotion from the chicken coup with all my new little poults in it. I tie Timmie up quickly, and rush in to see what was going on. Well, all the chickens are beating up on one little chicken. I know if this continues, he will die. He has a big hole in his neck. I get in there, and after alot of flapping about and squacking, I catch the little guy. I come out of the coup.... and notice Timmie is GONE. Crap is the first word I say. Then, when I spy him bootin' it down the driveway to the gate, I said a whole lot of other bad, bad words.This guy is DETERMINED to go. I can tell. I tried the happy calling, to see if I could cajole him into coming back. Nope, not a hope in hell. So, I start running. My gate is pretty secure. I haven't had anyone escape yet. But, this is a little dog hell-bent on running. He tries 3 times to squeeze under the gate, meanwhile, I am running as fast as I can down the driveway. Have I mentioned my driveway is really, really, really long???? And I don't run that fast....He gets out. Some more really bad words come out of my mouth. I have 5 other dogs trotting around me, so happy that we are running! I get out the gate, lock it behind me, and tell the dogs to STAY, and hope that they will....

Now, I am running, running down the road, WITH A LITTLE CHICKEN STILL IN MY HAND, trying to get this damn little dog. He turns around, looks at me coming, and scoots into the woods in my neighbours yard. I tear down the driveway, and cut him off. I am sure the only reason I caught this dog is the fact that his 20' lead got caught on a branch. My lucky day. Hahaha. I get the dog, and he, with this poor little bleeding chicken still in my hand, walk back to the yard. You can't imagine my relief to see all my wonderful dogs and boarded dogs just sitting there, waiting patiently for me to get back.

By this time I literally have sweat pouring into my eyes. It is hot, about 30 c or so, plus the adrenaline rush, plus the running. I can barely see. The dogs are all inside the yard, and notice I have a chicken in my hand. Yummy! Stumbling down the drive, making sure all the dogs listen to me, and don't try to rip this little chicken out of my hand, well, that was another adventure. I found an empty dog crate, and put Chicken Little into it, then Timmie goes into his crate. He needs a time out.

I have just set up the poor chicken with feed and water. I have no idea if he will survive or not. You can't say I didn't try....

I am going to drink a gallon of water now, and put all the dogs away for an hour, so I can recouperate. I need a moment.

Timmie will have a leash on every day until the day he goes home.Which I hope is soon. I don't need another heart attack.

Why wouldn't I want that many hazelnut trees?? Besides walnuts, they are the only nut you can reliably grow in this climate- what I don't eat can go to pigs or something else that I decide to raise... plus, they take quite a while to mature to a size where you get many fruits from.